Warhammer 40,000: Mortal Gods

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Toyoko Plains.

The headquarters of the 112th Regiment of the Cadian Assault Army.

Two heavily armed Kashezin jumped from the transport plane. These elite fighters immediately attracted the attention of all the soldiers stationed on the ground.

Kashezin is the most elite armed force on Cadia. Each of them is the most elite warrior in each regiment, using the best weapons and equipment.

When Kashezin appeared on the battlefield, it proved that the war had entered its most intense stage, and the appearance of Kashezin now meant that there were exposed psykers nearby.

The increase in the number of psykers is not a recent thing. Someone discovered this when a rift was opened in the galaxy, and the Cadian High Command also responded.

Kashezin uses his helllance to render psykers harmless, regardless of whether the targeted psyker is a soldier or an officer.

The two Kashejins passed through the station unimpeded, and they arrived at a newly built dormitory building under the guidance of the augurs in their hands.

An officer happened to bump into them and hurried forward to report the situation: "We tried to help him, but we don't know why all weapons couldn't hit him..."

"I understand." A Kashe Zin stopped and put away the auspicious omen, raised the hell gun filled with prayers, and then pushed open the door that was pointed at by three twin-mounted logging guns.

There was only one soldier in the dormitory who was resting in bed.

The temperature inside the entire dormitory was still lower than outside, and there was some frost on the quilts covered by the soldiers. When the temperature drops for no reason, it proves that someone is using psychic energy nearby.

"Eli?" Kashezin took out the document, glanced at the information on it, and softly called the bedridden soldier's name.

"Yes...yes!" The soldier named Eli stood up tremblingly and saluted Kashezin, "Kadia... Assault... Corporal of the 112th Assault Army Regiment... Eli."

Eli was trembling all over, his eyes were emitting a faint blue light, and some daily necessities were floating strangely in mid-air.

Kashezin wanted to tell Eli why he was found and what he would face next.

But Eli spoke first: "I've been waiting...for you for a long time...Many voices keep talking in my ears...I can't hold it anymore...Kill me...Cardia will not fall... "

"Cadia stands tall." The two Kashezin responded, raising their hell guns at the same time.

The moment they pulled the trigger, Eli felt himself falling into the sea, salty water rushing into his lungs.

Eli coughed violently, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the bed.

The Kashezin from before was not in sight.

Only then did Eli realize that everything that had just happened was a prophecy.

"Why haven't you come yet?"

"I can't hold on anymore..."

Eli complained through gritted teeth and tried his best to keep his will strong and not let the things in his head occupy his brain.

The comrades at the station were conducting live-fire training outside, but Eli couldn't hear the gunshots and could only hear whispers.

"Cadia will fall, and you will all suffer eternal torment in hell."

This sentence was repeated a thousand times by voices with different tones, and Eli listened to it a thousand times, but only two seconds passed.

"They say the corpse on the throne is a human god, and that's the truth."

"Your Lord of Humanity is omnipotent even when he can walk on earth. He does not need to breathe or eat. He cannot be injured or killed...then why is he sitting on the throne?"

"He dominated everything. The rebellion ten thousand years ago, and all the sufferings that mankind has suffered in the past ten thousand years are all part of his plan. You want to be a painter but you have to become a painter because of your identity as a Cadian. Soldier, this is your suffering, and your prayers to him to fight for him have been planned by him."

Countless information flashed through Eli's mind. He saw that 10,000 years ago when the Emperor was still walking on earth, one of the Emperor's sons launched a great rebellion. The information contained in each picture was being instilled into Eli. brain, he knew the rebel's name and what happened.

Then many more pictures flashed through Eli's mind. That was before the human empire was established, and at that time the human race was still rational and wealthy.

"At this time, a god wanted to gain more power, and he began to think about how to gain the worship and belief of the entire race... How could a rational and wealthy race worship a god?"

"You must fall into endless suffering. Only in this way will you place your destiny on a savior and use your faith to support this savior and make him stronger."

The figure of the emperor appeared in Eli's mind, but this emperor was not a human figure, but a golden light group with a twisted and ferocious face.

The Emperor was excited about the plan he had come up with.

The countless sufferings that the human race suffered in the next 10,000 years were replayed in Eli's mind. The race fell from prosperity and rationality into the abyss of suffering. The Emperor, as the initiator of suffering, jumped out and put on the skin of the savior. While he looked at the human race Shouting that they would die in droves for the Emperor, they smiled on the throne and savored the stupidity of this humble race of humans.

"Nonsense!" Eli was so angry that he kept banging his head against the wall. "The Lord of Mankind is suffering on the throne! Everyone on Holy Terra can hear his screams in their dreams!"

No matter what Eli did, he couldn't get rid of the whisper in his ear, until two minutes later the whisper suddenly turned into a scream.

A ray of light appeared in Eli's field of vision.

Eli slowly raised his head and saw a handsome man sitting on the throne.

"Ignore those slanders and lies." The man did not speak, but his words reached Eli's ears, "Strengthen your will, my child. For me, for your world."

Eli knew that his will was protected, he no longer braced himself to fight against the whispers, and stretched out his hand to the throne with tears of joy.

The man on the throne also extended his hand.

At the moment when his hands were clasped, Eli's mind suddenly flashed through the image of Cadia falling and all the Cadian people being slaughtered.

There was no throne or man in front of him, only a two-headed birdman, which was making a sharp laugh and mocking the stupidity of the mortals in front of him.

Eli tried to regain his composure but it was too late. He picked up the laser pistol placed beside the bed, bit the barrel and pulled the trigger hard, but the laser pistol would not fire.

The next second, a drone flashed on the wall of the dormitory, and Eli was teleported out of the room.

Eli thought what he saw was an illusion before his soul was torn apart by the dimensional space.

The soldiers on the ground quickly gathered around to check on Eli who was suddenly teleported out, and made sure that he was dead.

"He has a gun in his hand. It seems that not only we can't fire at him, but he himself can't..."

"May your soul return to the throne, brother."

"Guys... why is it so cold all of a sudden? Is it because the Tyrone people's big things blocked the sun?"

I finished the operation just after two o'clock, and I have only written two chapters while lying on my stomach using my mobile phone to code.